I was fortunate enough to have a milestone birthday a couple of days back (40th). I say fortunate, because after a while (especially if you have health issues), every birthday feels like it counts as a victory. Birthdays are fantastic for making you nostalgic. This was helped along by the fact that last night, while out for birthday dinner with the nearest and dearest, a gift included some photos from when I was around 10 -12 years old with my siblings.
While writing the proverb ‘Never tains but it pours’, I thought I would spend a couple of minutes to research the proverb’s origin. It seems that the phrase has been around longer than I suspected, with most sites considering it to be well known in the early 18th century.
We now return you to your regular programming. /endtangent
So, already in a mood vulnerable to sudden attacks of nostalgia, I went for the weekly supply run at the supermarket this morning. As I collect my trolley and wheel it in to the fruit and veg section, what song should begin playing through their speakers but, Magic Dance by David Bowie. Images of Labyrinth flooded my mind’s eye or whatever brain bit does that kind of thing. A movie, coincidentally, that I originally saw in the cinemas when I was around the age I was in some of the photos I had received the night before.
Must share this experience! And thanks to social media, this can even be done in the fruit and veg section. Up goes the Facebook status update. And what is sitting in my Facebook feed other than the last picture in THIS series showing the cast of The Princess Bride reuniting after 25 years! Yet another film I saw in the cinemas within the age range of the photos received the previous night.
So, thinking that this must be fate, and I must post about it when I get home, I finish shopping and return home to pack the groceries away. Then I check my Facebook and guess what is on top of the feed? A link to THIS article about The Never Ending Story. Okay, this one came out around a year before the range of the birthday present photos, but I did see it in the cinemas as well, and the nostaglia waves were now too powerful to get hung up on that detail.
I give in! I hereby declare today ‘Get Nostalgic About Your Childhood Day’. Ta-da!
In the spirit of nostalgia, I pulled out a birthday present from a couple of years ago, being a copy of the local newspaper from the day I was born.
It also came with a complimentary copy of Penthouse from the same time period. I find it a little weird seeing scantily clad women that are literally old enough to be my mother, but it is still a fascinating artifact of the era.
I popped on the number one single in Australia from the day I was born, Farewell Aunty Jack by Graeme Bond. And wished I still owned a working record player to play the albums I was given by my parents some time back.
(apologies to the Temptations for their wobblyness. I used a coffee table to stabilize the panorama photo but it was too short for the entire shot)